A Christmas Wish 🎄

Tonight, I imagine Santa opening a gift
and finding not a material thing...but light.

Not the blinding kind.
The quiet kind.
The kind that remembers your name
even when you’ve forgotten the power of it yourself.

May this season meet you gently.
May the light you’ve been carrying...often invisibly, often bravely
be reflected back to you in small, unexpected ways.

To the Wildhearted Tribe, and to all who wander here:
may you feel less alone.
May you rest without apology.
May wonder slip in through the cracks
and remind you that magic is still here
in breath, in kindness, in the way light always finds its way in.

There is a gift waiting for you this Christmas.
Not something to earn or unwrap,
but the soft remembering
that you are already enough,
already held,
already luminous.

From my wild heart to yours 
with love and light,
today, and always.

💓 Rachel Dickson